by the Rev. Charles H. Gilbert Now there is something to trigger my typewriter’s talking apparatus: a pupa hanging by a thread about one eighth inch long, the whole thing about an inch. Catherine discovered it hanging to the fl.nge top of a plastic flower pot on our side- walk along the drive. She des- cribes its color as jade, with a pure gold colored band around its largest circumference. The gold glitters, but according to Shakespeare, not all that glitters is gold. But it looks like the very purest of gold and makes a charming contrast ‘with the delicate jade green. She looked it up in her butterfly and moth book, and concludes that it is the chrysalis of the monarch butterfly. In case you do not know what becomes what from what—this is the pupa stage in the develop- ment of a caterpiller to a moth or a butterfly. Why is this happening around here now? Good reason for it to do so, be- cause the chosen food for this little creature is milkweed leaves. Sure enough, Cathy found a worm on the underside of the leaf on a milkweed. Plenty of evidence that a lot of eating is going on. There has to be for this little thing has to pack in a lot of nourishment in order to grow into such a large and active thing of beauty as the monarch butterfly. The worm is Church Plans Rummage Sale Bargains galore! Where? At the Prince of Peace Church, of course. ~The annual rummage sale will be held in the parish house, Main Road, Dallas, Oct. 5 and 6 from 10 a.m. to 7 p.m. On sale will be all kinds of ~ bargains including clothing for all the family, household items and toys.’ Donations may be left at the church anytime. For pickup, call Sophie Kanchet at 675-2323 or Mrs. Donald A. Thompson at 696-1438. Meals for children--To add some fun to eating for children, cut sandwiches or cookies into interesting shapes or hide a piece of fruit in custard as a surprise. Mrs. Ruth Buck, Ex- tension foods and nutrition specialist at The Pennsylvania State University, points out that “introducing new foods to your growing child may be a ‘problem. Serve small amounts of the new food along with fav- orite foods. And don’t expect him to take more than a taste. Some flavors may be too ex- treme for him to accept quickly. But as your child grows, en- ‘courage him to eat certain foods because he has helped select or prepare them. The Back Mountain Memorial Library Auction has a new home! Behind the library on Main Street, Dallas Oct. 6,7and 8 MEMO RIAL banded in brown and yellow but not nearly so pretty as this jade and gold nursery bundle. The monarch butterfly seems to have lost both the gold and the jade in its metamorphosis. But the orange and black need no apology in the Monarch. How ecstatic we could be- come if it should be our pri- vilege to witness the process of this chrysalis changing into a butterfly! Years ago in one of our parsonages, I had placed a cocoon fastened to a maple twig over our wall telephone. I didn’t know what it would turn into, nor when to expect the meta- morphosis of this huge cradle of dark grey tissue. But there it was. One day the thing was torn open and out came with bashful hesitation into this strange new world what turned out to be a Cecropia moth. It was huge. Not so delicately handsome as the pale green Luna Moth I have seen once or twice in my life. But this had come out right be- fore my eyes and made its first attempt at flight in a Methodist parsonage! I wanted others to see it, but I do not remember now whether I got many an- swers to my quickly telephoned invitations to the coming-out party at our house. The memory of watching a chicken hatch from an egg stays in‘'my mind. It, too, was a start- ling, unusual sight in my small world. I had some advantage of being prepared for what I would see, for it happened in a small incubator of 54 egg capacity on top of our sideboard in the dining room. My mother took watchful care of this thing which was commercially called The Wooden Hen. The heat gen- erated from a small kerosene lamp at one end of the box. There was a kind of humidifier I never heard that name for it in my childhood) to which my mother carefully added a table- spoon of water once in awhile. Once every so often she would take out the wooden tray of eggs and carefully turn each egg over on its other side. When I got older I used to watch a setting hen shift her breastbone back and forth which served the purpose of rolling the eggs over. In the house I did not know enough to keep track of the number of days but I knew that my mother knew when the 21st day would come and then she would tell us to be on the watch. Always I have been an im- patient boy, I ‘‘could hardly wait”’, and I wanted everything to hurry up. When the first pip was discovered on an egg shell you couldn’t get me away from the sideboard top. I can almost remember the smell of that wooden hen while life processes were going on. There was glass in the door through which we could see over the tops of the eggs in that tray. When the time came that some newcomer had gotten part of his shell off my mother would carefully remove the discarded shell so that there was more room to see what was going on. But mother never tried to pull any of the shell off for the chick. He had to work to get out. I have since known that such is a kind of parable of life: if you can’t use such muscle as you are born with you are not HIGHWAY apt to have enough ‘git up and git” to take you very far. And it is still a problem among people to know when and how to help an individual and when to let that youngster do his own thing in his own life and way. I'll come back to this chry- salis in our own front yard. I'm still patient enough to keep watch on that piece of gold and jade jewelry hanging by a thin fibre out where it can be buf- feted by wind and rain, and will it have to wait and take snow too? It is like watching a flower open. Will it open this morning? Or will it come out during the night? How Catherine used to watch the place at the back of our garden where she had seen a mother turtle lay some eggs and cover them with the soil and go off and leave them. She watched and waited all that fall and winter, and on into the spring. And at last watched a bay turtle wondering where home was! We were still wondering about whether our gold and jade Chrysalis would go into the winter before ‘hatching’. So Cathy phoned a good friend of ours and explained what we had hanging on a plastic jardinere in the front yard. Our friend told her that the first signs of the change would be a change in color. After that it might get partially transparent so that one can make out the lines of the enclosed butterfly. And then the escape might come before you had time to notice what was happening. So we’ll be watch- ing. From all of this I am trying to hold back my tendency to moralize, editorialize, dream fancy and let my imagination run into the realm of soul structure, and spin a yarn about how my inner self or soul is waiting through this earthly so- journ slowly and hopefully metamorphosing from “I am a worm’’ through stages of ‘‘I am a man’ and “I am a child of God’’, “I am almost an angel’. When I tell me the truth as I see it in rare moments I am afraid I see a mean, crabbed old codger who might more likely meta- morphose into a spider, or a toad or a snake. The angel in me often lifts an eyebrow at all the things I like to think I am turn- ing into when my chrysalis breaks or my cocoon reveals a thing still more like a cater- pillar yet than anything with wings! All I can say about that sort of speculation is that in spite of all my terribly human and in- human traits, I hold to the deep- ly inplanted notion that there is something or somebody in me that does not want to let me go grovelling in the swamp of my bad dreams, and of my totally earth-born self. A spark of faith and hope stirs me to do some- thing far higher than I can reach with my paint brush. ® Roval Doulton ® Minton ® Franciscan ® Fostoria ® Wallace ERY " tidied Te ed Tein ii in A ei Sidi ind ~ 2. Part IV by Jeff McDonald The Boy Scouts of Troop 281, Dallas, were on the final lap of their journey to Philmont Scout Ranch, N.M. They had left Phil- mont to take the trail 10 days ago and arrived at Mount Baldy three days later. The seventh day on the trail found them at Bench Camp which was lacking in drinking water. The boys devised a condensation still which turned out to be a Success. / The next morning the scouts started climbing the hills next to Bench Camp. After reaching the top, they continued along the ridge trail where they met a crew approaching from the opposite direction. After greet- Honor Society Taps D. Davis Doreen Davis, a student at Pennsylvania State University, has been tapped by The National Society of Cwens, a sophomore women’s honorary society. Thirty girls have been chosen for membership, ac- cording to their scholastic achievements and university activities. It Pays to Advertise @ Royal Worcester @® Spode ® Lorningware ® Tiffin ® Royal Stuart ® Lunt ® Oneida = J rR ay The ings and a short conversation, it was learned the other group was from Scranton. After a few hours of hiking, they arrived at Cimarroncito, their destination: For two days the scouts enjoyed rock climb- ing, geology, and hikes to a nearby mine. At night they participated in an International Campfire. The 10th day on the trail meant a short hike to Clarks Fork, where everyone enjoyed an afternoon of horseback riding. Arriving at Upper Clarks Fork, their campsite, the scouts bedded down for the final night on the trail. The next morning the boys struck the, tents, ate breakfast, and left. The first part of the hike would be to the top of Schaeffer's ‘Peak. When’ they reached the: point, they could Trail: see practically the entire camp. The one thing all were inter- ested in was the Tooth of Time, farther down the trail. With binoculars, the Dallas scouts could see others climbing up or already on top of the Tooth. The summit was not far above the trail and most of the boys shed their packs before climbing to the top. From there they could see Mt. Baldy, headquarters camp with Tent City, the town of Cimarron, N.M., and many other sights. After lunch and a couple more hours on the trail, the boys arrived at Base Camp Headquarters. Upon cleaning up, the scouts returned equipment, picked up laundry and valuables, and had supper. That night they went to an Awards Campfire, which was also sort of a farewell ceremony before the trip home. In Oxfords available sizes 2to’12 faass EE 3? avr EEEEEE 138. Wyoming Avenie Scranton STORE For Women Have it- 2 for $1.00 Tel: by Bridgette Correale 639-5759 The kindergarten set of our area is enjoying school at Lake Elementary, Harveys Lake. Anxiously waiting for their school bus every morning are: Adele Correale, Karen Iwanowski, ‘David Janiczwk, Paul Onzik, Paula Remplewicz, William = Straitiff and Henry Tuck. Happy to report that Joseph Kishkill is recuperating at home after being a surgical patient at Wilkes-Barre General Hospital. Visiting his parents for the weekend was Gene Mohen, son Nancy Fleming Is Goucher Freshman Nancy E. Fleming, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. R.L. Fleming of Dallas, is among the members of the new freshman class at Goucher College in Towson, Md. The college opened its 85th session Sept. 5 with a total of 1,050 students, including 280- freshmen and 17 candidates for the degree of master of educa- tion in Goucher’s graduate teaching. Miss Fleming is a graduate of Dallas Senior High School. ad Drive. Gene is a freshman at Bloomsburg State College. Sorry to hear that Darien Barbacci has been a surgical patient at Wilkes- Barre General Hospital. Eileen Marquis: ofElushing, N.YX., "enjoyed a holidays with her parents, Betty and Harry Marquis. Belated birthday greetings to Wendy Reed. Wendy celebrated her sixth birthday, Sept. 18 with a party for her friends. In order to vote in the residents are: asked to re- register. All it takes is a matter of minutes, so don’t forget. Cindy Osborne, a freshman at Bloomsburg State Collegz, enjoyed the weekend visiting her family and attending the Lehman Nanticoke football game. : : You'll never belieWe ‘who I found living with us this past week. A 35 month old lovable, adorable little boy named George. I've lived with a rough, tough, rugged little boy, who made me climb walls for about 30 months until this past won- derful week. The reason - school is open and he had no one to torment, annoy or fight with, so he became the sweet little child I always wanted. {i is truly a virtue! 1 You are invited... October 1 College Misercordia 2-5 PM 0 TUE iF A ANE A 1 ew A 0 mpm 4 A ER LB wh Ae A RC PY or are A 0 RE A 0 Ol 0 RO 0 0 0 a I
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